The Gunmans Job

The Discovery

Mark gasped for breath as he leant against the wall on the sidewalk, he couldn't breathe. He shuddered as the softest breeze brushed over him. He was having a panic attack. 478. His mind was racing, he could only focus on one thing, numbers. Inhale for 4 seconds, hold for 7 and out for 8. He repeated his breathing exercises until he could stand up on his own feet. He looked up and a crowd had gathered, staring at him like an a lion in a zoo. Mark blushed and started to walk away but his legs collapsed and he lay on the stone floor, tears reflecting the paramedics faces.

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Mark woke up on a hard metal bed that had a single layer of material on it. Not helping his painfull back. He tried to sit up but his head was suprisingly heavy. A young woman came and leant over him. He smiled as he breathed in the sweet smell of her Chanel perfume, then thought 'what am i doing?! She is young enough to be my daughter'. But still he questioned her age, aloud. She spoke to his face, leaning in more 'that will be your anesthesia talking, but im Alex, 24 years young hahaha'. Mark grinned and rested his head on the cold pillow, and drifted off into a seemingly harmless, nap. He woke up suddenly to a heavy weight on his chest, pumping his heart, and the sound of machines beeping mixed with dozens of voices shouting and some crying out his name. 'Sir, you need to try to focus on me more, the alcohol in your system is making you pass out now and then'. Mark looked up at Alex and stared into her eyes for what seemed an eternity. It was no longer Alex stood at the end of his bed, it was Anna. He reached out a weak, pale hand and Anna walked to his side with the locket in her hand, waving it in front of his eyes like a hypnotist. Mark closed his eyes and shook his head, Alex was now next to him, waving her hands in the same way. Tears fell down his cold face as he realised it was a hallucination. The machine next to his face was beeping a gentle yet steady beat. He jumped a little as the doors opposite opened. He leaned forward, just enough to see an oldish lady and a 15 year old boy walk into the room, blue looks on their faces. The boy ran over to Mark and shouted 'dad! You're alive!'. Confused, Mark looked at the young boys features, and saw Anna's face in it. The eyes, ears and mouth were the same. Marks head was full of ideas as to who he was, but he had no time to talk as his head fell on the pillow, his body shaking violently...